Ciri
They’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one.
She had hoped he had been here to see her. To have a conversation, to lay all the cards on the table. As the still tarnished silver of her eyes searches his golden, she can see instantly that’s not the reason of his visit. There is a pang of guilt as her gaze caresses the once familiar terrain of his golden scales, unable to avoid the unkempt appearance. The skinniness of his frame. He however had completely missed the fullness of her barrel, too focused on Castile. There is a stunned expression on her face as he mentions it, as he turns his back on her.
I can feel the flames on my skin. He says, "Don't throw away a good thing”
For a moment, there is nothing but quiet in her head. But then a soft buzzing begins to infiltrate through her ears just as something takes hold of her. An old feeling, one she hasn’t felt in quite some time. It’s unbridled rage. ”Don’t you dare walk away from me King of Hyaline.” She suddenly hisses through clenched teeth, the sudden still waters of her eyes beginning to ripple as the fire of her anger spreads. ”Really? That’s all you have to say to me? Throw Castile in my face and leave?” Had he been spying on her? Hadn’t even had the courage to face her?
They say I did something bad, then why’s it feel so good?
The child inside of her seems to shift, sensing this new emotion. As if bracing itself from the sudden storm that it can surely feel raging within her. Crackling with electricity as the sky above clears. As the stars come for her. ”How dare you… HOW DARE YOU!” Light me up. Her voice rising, making the birds titter nervously above their heads. Her body is trembling violently as the raw emotion courses through her system like heroine hitting her bloodstream. Both of them, fucking both of them acting like victims they weren’t. When NEITHER of them had ever been truly honest with her about their own hearts. Amet had bided his time to tell her how he felt and Castile…
I never trust a playboy but they love me
As if she couldn’t smell the scent of others on his skin. As if he thought she was stupid enough to not know. Here she had been, pining away with a broken heart over them and all for what? What did she have to show for it? Nothing. She was done with it. Done with being the pathetic little girl crying over boys that had no regard for how she felt. She hadn’t ran into Castile’s arms, hadn't gone to him to tell him what had happened. Because she had given a damn about both of their feelings. And neither of them, these dragons… these BEASTS… Had once thought about her, about her heart. Only their own fragile feelings.
You gotta leave before you get left
The tears in her eyes aren’t from sadness, they are raw with anger and frustration (and fear) as she suddenly raises her head up high. Fixing him within the suddenly fast paced swirl of her steely gaze. They had both held all the power over her and god damnit she was going to take it back. ”Do you not see? Do you not see what you’ve done to me?” The soft hiss of words dangerous and coiling like a cobra, razor sharp and ready to strike.
I let them think they saved me
It’s building, gray matter and sparkling stars, swirling around her heavily scarred figure. Illuminating the ravaged skin across her face, the sudden molten fire in her metallic eyes. And then with a sudden explosion of light and stardust, her power explodes around her just as her voice explodes through the jungle. ”YOU BASTARD!”
It just felt so good.
all of time and space, everywhere and anywhere, every star that ever was
@[Amet]